The flowers displayed were of two kinds, each blooming just one blossom.
Beijing, at the Chiang Family, Jiang Conghe and Lu Shufen looked at their daughter with iron-green faces, disbelief in their eyes caused by the information they had just heard.
What, their precious daughter had taken a fancy to a married man? And someone who was from a rural background to boot?
When Chiang Qing was born, although she was a daughter, she was also their first child. They put countless efforts into raising her, terrified she might melt in their mouths, worried she might dissolve held in their hands, cherishing and pampering her as if she was a precious piece of gold, resulting in the regal bearing she had today.
But could such an outstanding daughter really like a married man?
"Qingqing, are you disturbed by something, or feeling unwell? Don't scare Mom. Just say what's wrong, and we'll discuss it, okay?" Lu Shufen reached out to feel Chiang Qing's forehead, a look of deep concern on her face.
